Normal POV

"You said you had important news?" Superman was the first to speak. The team had called the league for an urgent meeting. They all should up in a panic, but the team informed them it was only news.

"Yes, we have found out Bloods Identity." Kaldur responded. All the adults breathes hitched.

"How?" Was Batman's short reply.

"We were going to the gym to do a little training. When we saw Blood in there. We wanted to see how good he was when he was alone so we stayed quiet and watched. He went to the gymnastic bars and did a quadruple flip." Wally answered, Batman's eyes widened in realization. But the other leaguers still had no idea who Blood was from the information.

"And them I remembered a circus show I saw a long time ago with performers who did that. Supposedly they were the only people in the world who could do it. So I put 2 and 2 together and realized." Artemis continued. She took a deep breath and finished. "That Blood is Richard Grayson, the Last Flying Grayson."

The other leaguers eyes popped. They remembered looking for the boy a couple years back. Batman wanted to find him so bad it was more like a parental instinct than just doing a hero job. They had finally found him . . . 5 years later . . . as a crazy assassin.

"Where is he now?" Diana asked. That's when the younger's looked towards each other waiting for one to explain.

"He's in the med bay." Connor stated bluntly.

"After Artemis mentioned the Flying Grayson's Blood face fell into one of sadness. He looked on the verge of tears when he pushed us aside and ran to his room. When we got there he wasn't crying, but was laughing insanely." Kaldur explained. Recalling the prior experience. "He told us to get out, but we knew we had it help him. Because laughing after remembering your families death can not be healthy. Wally was the one to get close to him. But when he got close Blood lunged at him, hands around his neck. I had to activate the anklet. So he is currently unconscious in the med bay."

The older hero's nodded. Blood and overwhelming emotions did not mix. He was unstable, and unstable meant unpredictable. And unpredictable meant unsafe. The group of heroes made their way to the med bay to inspect the sleeping boy.

"Did you find out anything else." Batman asked. He hadn't looked at the boy's case in a while and needed all the info he could get.

"His age, he's 13." Wally responded. Eyes glued to the boy he called his friend.

Flash's face twisted into pity. "Just 13 . . ." He spoke just above a whisper. It was what ran through everyone mind. Not only had this kid watch his only family fall to their death. He spent 5 years all alone, and was an assassin. To think about if they had been through all that, they didn't know if they'd be alive. . .

About half an hour passed when Blood stirred. Black Canary and Batman were still in the room, but the rest had left and awaited for him to awake.

He cracked his eyes open, "uhhh mă simt îngrozitor. uhhh I feel terrible." ( the other language is Romanian provided by google translate. Italic is translations )

"Hello Blo - Richard." BC said hesitantly. What if his name triggered another insane act?

"Bună, uhhh, I mean hi." Blood, now known as Richard, replied. "And it's Dick."

"What?" Batman asked confused.

"My name. Call me Dick, Richard makes me sound like some rich old guy." Blood looked around the room and saw he was in the med bay. "In here again. . ." He thought.

"What was that language." BC questioned. She could speak a lot of languages but she couldn't identify that one.

"That was Romanian." Blood answered. He seemed kind of half awake half asleep. Aware of the people asking questions, but not really thinking before giving an answer. "So the team told you my ID?" The other two in the room nodded.

"Well I guess I don't need this." He grabbed his mask and slowly took it off. The movement looked pained. Like he was taking off a bandage. That's what it looked like underneath the mask too. The skin red and pale. It looked like he hadn't take his mask off in a long time.

The piercing blue eyes were mesmerizing. The 2 didn't know how long they'd been staring at the boy. "You mind not staring at me. It's a little creepy." The others looked away and mumbled apologies, the other heroes scrambled into the room, hearing the conversation from earlier.

"Hey Team. Hi other leaguers. Câți dintre voi puteți înțelege acest lucru? How many of you can understand this?" Everyone but Batman looked at him oddly, which was an answer to his question.

"te pot înțelege. I can understand." Batman responded. Dick nodded his head and looked towards the confused heroes and smirked.

"Just another language, apparently Batman knows it." He smirked again, knowing the others would be able to understand him if he talked like that.

"So . . Are you okay now?" Wally asked tentatively. His hand trying to climb to his throat and rub it subconsciously, but he kept it down.

"Yah I'm good." A small smile formed into the boy's face. Wally looked a lot more comfortable. As did everyone else in the room.

"So can I be un - handcuffed, and then I can answer any questions." Batman was clearly hesitant, but undid the restraint. Dick rubbed his wrist.

The group walked to the living room and they all sat in a chair or on the couch. Each of them facing the youngest member.

"Alright so what do you wanna know?"

     "How long have you been alone?" Black Canary asked quite sadly. Most knew the answer but wanted to hear how he would respond.

     "A little over 5 years I believe." Blood answered. BC nodded her head and waited for someone else to speak.

     "What else happened in those 5 years? Because you've only been a known assassin for 4 years." Blood shuddered at the memory. But answered Batman's question.

     "For the first year I was mainly trying to figure out how to survive. And I wasn't very successful for the first half of the year." Blood cringed at the memory of him having to eat garbage. "But around the middle of the year Slade Wilson found me and took me in. He lured me in with a false hope that he would take care of me. I was only 8 and decided to followed him. But after about a week we began 'training.'  Which consisted of him teaching me how to fight. How to shoot a gun and how to use a sword. But he also punished me whenever I failed him. Which was pretty much like torture." All eyes held sadness in the room as Blood shuddered as he shared his story. "But near the summer time. Around the time when I first became known. I took him down and left his body mangled. I escaped. After that I killed Tony Zucco, my parents killer. And after that people started wanting me to kills for them. Yada Yada I became a mercenary."

     Batman nodded. He remembered the long 3 year disappearance of DeathStroke. He was scared he was just plannings something big. But apparently a small 8/9 year old took him down and broke his body to bits.

     "Where did you live after Deathstroke?" Wally asked.

     Dick sighed, remembering his beloved home. "I lived in an alley. It had a small hole just big enough for me to fit all my stuff inside and for me to squeeze in and sleep there." Realization again hit the other heroes. "That's why I sleep cramped up between that dresser and the wall. I'd been sleeping like that for 4 years so any other way is uncomfortable."

     All there faces showed sadness and pity. "Don't look at me like that." Blood spat angrily.

    "Like what?" M'gann asked confused.

     "That looks of pity. I hate that, pity. You have no reason to feel bad for me. So don't even try." Dick narrowed his eyes as he spoke. Everyone nodded.

     "Anyone else have any questions?" Blood looked at them all. They looked amongst each other.

     "Why did you not cry. . . when we brought up your family earlier?" Artemis questioned. It was a good question everyone wanted to know the answer.

     Dick took a deep breathe. "When I was with Slade he taught me to conceal my emotions. He told me assassin don't have feelings. So I always hold them in. Except for anger and sarcasm of course." He smirked then continued. "Why I laughed I really don't know. That's never happened before. Normally I just sit in a ball and rock myself until I calm down."  It was a question Dick didn't really need the answer to. The others nodded again. They'd eventually find out why it happened but it was for another day.

     "Well you don't have to. Not any more. You can cry and show any emotion you want while your with us." Flash spoke. Blood chuckled.

     "Well now it's an episode of full House isn't it." Blood smiled. Even though he knew he would not be doing what Flash had said. He may be an ex-assassin, but old habits die hard.

     "Well you must totally be feeling the aster after finding out how I am." Everyone looked confused at his foreign language. "You know aster the opposite of disaster. . . . You just drop the dis - never mind."

     "Well then I want to tell you something too." Wally began. Blood looked at him. "My name is Wally West."

     "That's fantastic, but I already knew who you were." Everyone stared at him. "When I'm bored I liked to hack into the Justice Leagues main frame. So I know who everyone in the room is under their mask." Blood shrugged. All their mouths dropped to the floor.

     "That was you those years ago. Leaving the messages and weird pictures in all of our files." Batman was genuinely surprised. He had made that coding himself and a boy had easily hacked it, when he was bored nonetheless. The YJ team chuckled, at the faces of their mentors.

     Blood laughed. "Don't underestimate me Batsy. Everyone who did that died." Blood winked. No one was concerned at the comment, it was a little funny.

     "Wait - if you know who we were how come you only referred to us as our hero names?" Kaldur and everyone else also looked confused. Yet again, they should make a little number that shows how many times they've been confused today.

     "I was gonna use it as a little game later on." Blood smiled. The others began to think of what he would've done, but didn't think to much of it. They sat there and talked and it looked like everyone was enjoying themselves. They asked Blood a few more questions and he answered. They laughed and smiled and learned what they needed from their youngest team mate.

     And for once in these 5 years. Blood liked being around other people.

Mystery POV

     I sit watching the assassin while he talks to his new found friends.

     "Well aren't you having the time of your life little one. . ." I say. I've been watching him ever since the night he ran away for the the circus.

     "It would be a shame for you to lose yet another family. Wouldn't it." I smile darkly. My plan could not be put into actions yet. But very very soon.

     "Then you'll be mine little one. Then you'll be mine. . . ." I continue to stare at the screen. I shall wait until it is time for my plan to start to make my first appearance. And won't they all be surprised.